Bryce Christiansen kneels between the legs of another, his fingers working the tight hole while the other’s thick cock presses against his lips, the striped sheets tangled around their hips. The one on top grips his waist, shifting his weight as he drives in slow, deep thrusts, the slick sound of flesh meeting flesh cutting through the quiet. Both are smooth-skinned and dark-haired, their bodies slick with sweat and oil as the first man’s tongue traces a path down the other’s chest before his mouth seals around the head of his cock.
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